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Appraisal [Part 15]

Warning: Smut, NSFW, 18+, mention of Blood and pain, some DbD cannon Wesker tentacle, roughness

Summary: Celeste´s training continues, this time with less clothes and more bodily liquids. THIS CHAPTER IS PURE SMUT, be warned.

Word Count: 4221

Celeste knows she's in trouble. Just being held by this man that sends her emotions and senses into overdrive gets her body shivering in suppressed excitement. Wesker's hands are firm and decisive. As effortless as it seems, a great thought has been put into every movement. His hand unbuttons the last button of her blouse and just a slight brush of Wesker's hand over her nipple causes her to cross her legs slightly.

''You still haven't answered my question, kitten,'' Wesker whispers in her ear.

''I understand,'' Wesker's right hand has now found the fabric of her shorts. ''... daddy.'' The effect on Wesker is immediate, he pulls her flush against him causing her to inhale sharply. She had felt it before, but now it's undeniable, his dick is pressing against the small of her back, which makes Celeste's legs squeeze together even more in desperation for some pressure on her most sensitive spot. The anticipation is growing quicker now that she feels how hard Wesker has become.

Wesker hooks his foot behind Celeste's, moving her leg, and does the same to her other leg, making it impossible for Celeste to keep her balance, she falls against Wesker's body. She hears a familiar, slithering sound and moments later her ribcage is constricted by Wesker's tentacle, holding her up. She has always been terrified of the sight of the appendage used to maim and hurt people, she's even questioning herself for not being disgusted by it right now or why he has that ability even outside of the Trials, but it feels like his arm wrapped around her body, just as strong and muscular.

''Look at me, kitten,'' Wesker's voice is sultry, but demands obedience. Celeste complies and turns her head to face him. ''I want to watch you come undone at my touch.''

His hand finds its way in her shorts, there is no teasing, there is no playing around, he goes right for the spot that has been aching for any contact with Wesker for longer than Celeste would ever dare to admit. Her back arches and a soft moan escapes her lips, but the bound keeps Celeste in place, restricting her movement.

''You're soaking for me already,'' Wesker's voice drops a tone and Celeste bites her lip when she feels his fingers exploring more of her. His touch is firm and Celeste throws her head back when she feels a finger slip inside her.

''Look at me,'' Wesker growls in her ear. Celeste abides and turns her head just in time for Wesker to add another finger to his slow, calculated movements. Each time he slides his fingers out, her clit gets extra attention, causing Celeste to move her hips into Wesker's hand. Wesker stops his movement and Celeste releases a breath she didn't even realize she was holding.

''Don't move, kitten, control yourself,'' Wesker's expression is serious, but Celeste notices his breathing getting deeper. Celeste tries to obey him, but when a third finger enters her she rolls her hips into his hand once more. Celeste hears a quiet groan coming from Wesker, or maybe she feels it forming in his chest. The tentacle that has been holding her in place is now joined by more bounds. She feels one spiraling itself around her throat and another one wrapping around her waist and snaking across her legs. Her arms are now bound by her side, she feels completely helpless in this man's grasp.

Feeling Wesker practically touching her whole body at once makes her cunt tighten around Wesker's fingers. Now that her head is locked in place she can see clearly how much Wesker is enjoying keeping her in her place and how well her body reacts to the tiniest change of his movement. His eyes are burning pure fire as his movements begin to pick up pace. Celeste responds to his movement with shallow breaths and suppressed whimpers, but the moment Wesker´s left hand firmly runs across her breast and squeezes her nipple, a loud moan echoes the room. Celeste feels Wesker's tentacle tighten around her throat, pain mixed with pleasure resonates through Celeste's body, but Wesker's movements become more intense and more determined.

''You're such a good plaything, kitten, so responsive,'' Wesker whispers against Celeste's lips, she tries to kiss him, but her restraints don't let her move an inch and Wesker moves his head away, leaving her longing for his lips. ''but we're going to change that, I'm going to make you respond only to me.'' Celeste's heart beat strong, each beat of her heart is reflected in the painfully desperate pulsation of the nerves in her most sensitive spot.

''Control yourself, kitten,'' his fingers are now solely focusing on her clit, Celeste's vision is starting to get blurry from the intense pleasure she's receiving and the minimal air supply she's getting is not helping her either.

As Wesker increases pressure, Celeste feels her body about to give in to pleasure. She's trembling in his grip, she feels two long, thick fingers slide into her and find that spot that causes her to lose sanity quickly. The sinful smile that Wesker always carries reaches his eyes. The words that he said to her a while ago echo in her mind, he really does know where to apply pressure, and there are very few things Celeste wouldn't do for him if he told her to... if only he kept going.

Just as Celeste is about to succumb to Wesker's touch, he removes his hand. She is still tightly bound against him, and he watches her eyes with a dark satisfaction reflecting in his face. Celeste's breathing heavily, stealing short desperate breaths through the pain of her throat, she feels a tear run down her face that she didn't even know was there. Celeste looks desperately in Wesker's eyes, silently pleading, but he shakes his head very lightly.

''I didn't allow you to cum yet, kitten,'' disappointment in Wesker's voice sends a cold chill down her spine. ''We will do this again until you learn to focus.''

He softens the grip on her throat but the way he moves his hands over her breasts, cupping each of them and running a thumb over each nipple, catches her breath once more. She has always been conscious of not having big breasts, and the size of his hands makes her feel even smaller. Wesker doesn't seem to care, he is finding other ways to draw sounds from her.

Celeste is still fixated on Wesker's face, her eyes drop down to his lips, wishing she could taste another kiss from him, but he's out of reach. Wesker dips his hands down and slides both of them up her thighs, his fingers definitely leaving marks on her soft skin.

Celeste feels Wesker's bounds become looser and then disappear out of her sight. She takes a deep breath, but knows for a fact that her throat is going to have bruises on it. Each time she swallows it's pure agony.

''Undress,'' Wesker's voice reverberates through her body. Her breath gets caught in her lungs once more, not sure if she heard it right, but an impatient now! causes her to turn around to face him and if the message wasn't clear before, it is now.

Celeste takes a few steps back and since her blouse is already undone she drops it to the floor first. Her skin is so sensitive where Wesker had touched her that the smallest breeze from the open balcony door causes her skin to break out in goosebumps. Celeste is still shivering slightly from the denied pleasure, her heart beat hasn't slowed down and the blood running through her body reminds her of the pain that was mixed in with each touch. Celeste is so delicate that one touch from Wesker will cause her to break. Wesker watches her with crossed arms, following her hand movements with his eyes as she drops her shorts.

For a good minute once Celeste completely undresses herself, Wesker takes her in, the way he looks at her makes Celeste imagine his touch where his eyes fall. His eyes linger on her thighs before moving on. Celeste looks down at her body and notices red lines marking her where Wesker's tentacles had bound her. Through the redness she notices smalls cuts leaving a patterned trail of blood.

''That's nothing, kitten. Those marks will serve as a reminder of who made you,'' Wesker walks towards Celeste. She welcomes his presence. Even when he's only a couple of feet away she feels the heat envelop her immediate surroundings. Wesker walks in a tight circle around her, his eyes scanning her body. When he stops in front of her she feels like there is nothing to hide from him anymore. Celeste should feel exposed, vulnerable, but there is a strange calmness surrounding her. Wesker's expression is serious, but not in the usual way, there is a hint of impatience and determination in the flames that burn in his eyes.

''You have had plenty of time to recover. We're going to go again, but... if you fail, there will be consequences.''

There is a hint of danger in his words, but she doesn't care, she is ready to prove to him that she can do what he asks of her. Just like all those months ago when she became determined to become a better Survivor, she is determined to learn to control her body and follow Wesker's guidance.

Wesker, happy to see the resolve in Celeste's eyes, moves behind her and while holding her by her waist guides her towards the desk. Celeste tries to turn her head to look at him but a firm hand on the back of her neck bends her over. Her head is turned and the polished wooden desk is somehow comforting on her skin, the surface is cool and smooth. Celeste feels Wesker leaning over her, the contrast of the cool desk and his burning skin is making all her nerve endings painfully aware of the slightest touch, so when Wesker pushes her legs apart her heartbeat picks up its pace once more and her breathing becomes noticeably deeper.

''So eager already, kitten,'' Wesker's low voice in her ear is not helping the cause. The fabric of Wesker's trousers is harsh against her skin. He pushes her arms up and places them on the edge of the desk. Celeste feels his hard cock through the fabric of his trousers and a deliberate movement of Wesker's hips sends her body into an overdrive. Is he going to fulfill his promise and make her scream? Because if that is the case, she will fold in no time, maybe she is not ready to go through with her resolution. The dull pulsation in her crotch betrays her, she knows that whatever the punishment is will be worth it.

''You're to stay perfectly still, understand?'' Wesker doesn't wait for an answer and stands up, his legs still holding her legs spread. Celeste is so worked up that there is not much else Wesker could have done to prepare her for him. But when she feels his hand land on her ass, Celeste realizes that he has found her Achilles heel. The loud moan, that travels from the core of her body and materializes itself in the quiet room echoes loudly over the sound of the spank.

''My my, kitten, you will have to stop following your impulses if you want to be a good girl,'' Wesker's voice travels to her ears just as another heavy hand lands on her ass, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body. Celeste grabs the edge of the table tightly, doing her best to not arch her back and push herself up against Wesker's crotch just to get some release. Her whole body is shivering in painful anticipation and fear that she will fail his demands.

Celeste can't see what Wesker is doing, but, after another sharp spank, his hands stays on her ass cheek and then teasingly slides between her legs. This time Wesker knows where to apply pressure without fail, and he's merciless. Celeste's fingers turn white from how hard she's holding onto the thick wooden desk when in one smooth motion, three of Wesker's fingers slide inside her and his thumb finds her over-sensitive clit. She bites back another moan and tries to focus on the room around her. Being touched by him like this is turning her mind dark and oblivious to anything else but his hand, but she wants to be a good girl for her teacher, she wants him to tell her how good she's doing.

That thought gets wiped away by another spank and she finds herself incapable of not pushing into his hand. Wesker removes his fingers immediately and steps away from her. Celeste realizes that there are drops of sweat running down her face and her breathing is hard and desperate, the pain from her previous bounds doesn't bother her as much anymore. She looks back at Wesker and begins to rise but a tentacle pushes her back onto the desk. Two tentacles slither up her arms and bind her hands together making it impossible for her to move.

''I will give you one more chance, kitten.'' Wesker's voice is quiet. Celeste is trying to control her breathing. Her skin is pulsating painfully where Wesker had touched her and where his bounds are pinning her down, but his touch is mixed with equal parts of pain as it is with pleasure.

Celeste feels pressure coming from the bounds and in one effortless motion she gets flipped on the desk. Wesker pushes her knees up and places her feet on the edge of the able, leaving her completely exposed. Celeste's hair is an entangled mess, her body is covered in sweat and her pussy is wet, ready for whatever Wesker has in mind for her. Wesker looks like he hasn't been affected at all. His hair is perfect, his skin is perfect, Celeste only notices his fingers glistening from her juices.

''I'm just getting started, kitten'' he slides two fingers in her with little warning and moves them steadily. Unfortunately for Celeste the sensation is only building up to where he had left off before. Celeste's gaze is locked on his eyes, desperate for a praise, she's determined to hold on until he gives her permission. Although a dark thought crosses her mind making her wonder what exactly Wesker means by punishment.

Wesker's movements become more calculated. Celeste can almost see Wesker planning each move as he watches her breasts rise and fall with each desperate breath, reading her vitals from visual cues. He builds up intensity and seems to know when to speed up and when to slow down as if it were her own hand, but his long fingers are able to reach the spot from an angle that makes her legs shake involuntarily. Wesker's lips curl into a knowing grin as he circles his thumb over her clit.

''Not quite yet,'' Wesker's eyes are fixated on her face. Celeste's world consists of Wesker towering over her and the pure pleasure he's providing her with. She's having a hard time to not lose her rational thinking. Her pride is demanding her that she doesn't give into the intensity of Wesker's relentless movement. Celeste feels the familiar pulsations starting to form at her core, but she fights the urge to give into them. Wesker drops his gaze to his hand movements and after a short while looks at her with a raised eyebrow. A knowing grin follows quick hand movements. ''Good girl,'' Celeste loses any control she thought she had and her body begins to give in.

A few more seconds and she would have been brought to climax, but Wesker removes his hand, leaving Celeste dripping and her pussy clenching around fingers that aren't there any more. She's breathing like she just ran a marathon. The blood rush is making her whole body shiver painfully, denied pleasure lingering close to her skin. She looks at Wesker who is still standing next to her, but the only part of him touching her is his left hand on her hip and the tentacles that are still tightly bound around her.

''Is that the best you've got, kitten? A couple of words and you come undone,'' Wesker looks at her throat and Celeste feels a tentacle snake itself around it. She feels herself being lifted off the desk and forced to her knees in front of him. He takes her face in his hand and holds her gaze. She's struggling for breath, his tentacle is tighter than ever against her vocal chords.

''I have prepared your throat for me already, kitten. All you have to do is show daddy what a good girl you really are,'' he stands still looking down at her. The whole situation is making her feel things that have never even occurred to her. She wants to pleasehim, she wants to obey and be a good girl for him. She slowly moves her hands to the leather belt and obediently unbuckles it. Wesker lets go of her face and the tentacles loosen up, giving her more freedom of movement. She is still shivering from the torment her body had been put through, her hands are shaky, but Wesker doesn't stop her from unzipping his trousers.

Celeste looks up at Wesker before moving forward, he gives her an approving nod and Celeste pulls down his trousers with shaking hands and she's not surprised to find that Wesker's perfection applies to his whole body. In fact, she is worried for her throat when she realizes the task that´s in front of her. Her eyes find him still watching her as she takes in the sight in front of her, nothing is out of place. Celeste swallows painfully and her hand impatiently reaches out to touch the man who sees himself as god. Celeste wouldn't be surprised if she found out that he was a distant descendant of Zeus himself.

The moment she touches Wesker, Celeste feels the aching pressure return to the bottom of her stomach. She wraps her fingers around his cock and finds it impossible to stop running her hand up and down his length, loving the way his dick feels in her hand. She's fascinated by the heat emanating from his body. Wesker is hot figuratively and literally. Celeste can't resist any longer and runs her tongue across the whole length of his cock, her eyes snap back to his, she's curious how he will react when she finally wraps her lips around him.

Her tongue follows the trail of her hand and parts her lips to finally taste him. She notices Wesker close his eyes for a moment as she begins to explore him with her tongue, running tight circles over the tip. Celeste feels like she can´t complain about this punishment, she´s enjoying every moment, especially when she hears subtle sounds coming from a usually inhumanly calm Wesker.

Celeste moves her head lower, allowing his dick to fill her mouth, but she was never prepared for the size of him. She decides to take it easy and work herself up for taking him deeper in her mouth. Celeste´s hand replaces her mouth and she makes firm rhythmical strokes, putting more pressure at the top. At the same time her tongue finds his balls and soon she fills her mouth with them, making them wet and dripping before moving back up and sliding a firm tongue over the large vein of his dick and finally sucking his dick in her mouth and applying pressure with her tongue as she starts using her mouth to bring him pure pleasure. She starts sucking him rhythmically, tasting him. Soon his dick starts hitting the back of her throat.

Celeste feels Wesker's body grow more tense and she takes it as a cue to keep doing what she's doing. She doesn't dare go past her limits, her throat is still painful from before and she gets a spike of adrenaline each time Wesker's cock hits the back of her throat, but soon she realizes that he's pushing his hips into her and when Celeste instinctively keeps pulling her head away the bounds return to her throat.

''I told you I have prepared you for me kitten,'' Wesker's voice is still deep, but he seems to be out of breath even if he doesn't look like it. ''Are you going to be a good girl or are we done here?'' Celeste nods and she slides her hands to the back of Wesker's thighs.

As Celeste feels his dick slide deeper in her throat her fingers sink deep in his buttocks, pulling Wesker more into her. For the first time Wesker makes an audible sound, a groan reaches her ears and that's all the encouragement she needs to keep going. She gasps for some air as she pulls her head up slightly, but seconds later her throat is filled with Wesker's cock once more, this time she feels his balls on her chin and another groan of approval travels through Wesker's body. Celeste is barely breathing, but that's nothing new when it comes to Wesker, and this time she feels like she is causing him to lose control. That feeling alone makes Celeste want to see him lose control completely.

Celeste is desperate for some air and replaces her mouth with her hand. Wesker's dick is dripping wet and so is Celeste. She can taste sweat, saliva, blood and taste of Wesker is mixed in too.

''You're going to swallow every single drop, aren't you kitten?'' Wesker growls through gritted teeth as his cock is shoved deep down Celeste's throat. He repeats the rough movement repeatedly, each time getting more and more slippery. Wesker's tentacles finds its way around her neck and she almost feels like Wesker is making her throat tighter each time his dick fills her throat, as if he can feel himself through her skin. Celeste´s nails are now sinking in Wesker's ass, she can't breathe and she can't make a sound, but when she looks up at Wesker to plead with him she realizes he is far gone.

For the first time Celeste sees this man vulnerable. His head is thrown back and his breathing is shallow, then with a loud groan his eyes snap back to hers. He is clenching his jaw tightly and she can see the muscles in his body tighten. With a few sharp thrusts he pulls his dick out of her mouth, clenches her jaw with his hand and the hot liquid Celeste has been dying to taste fills her mouth.

''Every last drop,'' Wesker's eyes are on fire and when Celeste obliges him a grin returns to his face. Celeste is a dripping mess, she's covered in bruises and small cuts from Wesker's tentacle, Wesker however has recouped and looks as flawless as ever. He gives Celeste a hand up and to her surprise he removes his trousers and boots.

''That was your punishment kitten, now I am going to continue training you,'' Wesker walks towards the couch that is on the opposite side of where the desk is. He looks over his shoulder and demands Celeste to follow him with one look. Her legs are wobbly and she feels like her vocal chords have been bruised heavily, but seeing Wesker lose control even for a second is an image that will stay with her forever.

Wesker sits on the couch and points at his lap, unsurprisingly he is ready to go again. His dick is hard and dripping from their combined slickness, the sight is making Celeste salivate for him again. Celeste approaches him cautiously, if it had been anybody else she'd have already jumped him, but in his presence she knows very well who controls the situation. She straddles him and without thinking slides her hands up his chest, to his neck and her heart speeds up when she's about to touch his hair and slide her fingers through it. But before she can even get to the back of his neck her hands are held in front of her in a tight grip. Wesker shakes his head and grins at her.

''Let's not get carried away, kitten,'' he lets go of her hands and she feels his legs spread under her, causing her to lose balance. Wesker holds her by her waist and she's left with his shoulders to hold onto. ''All you have to do is ride my dick until I tell you to stop, understand?'' His hand finds her slit and causes waves of pleasure wash over any signs of pain her body has been going through. Both feelings are so entangled she feels strangely at peace with it.

''If you fail, the punishment will be worse than before, but if you succeed,'' Wesker guides Celeste's body causing her to sit up higher on her knees and she feels a finger slip inside her. Celeste's eyes stay focused on Wesker, she´s trying hard to ignore the pleasure even one of his fingers can put her through, ''I will fulfill my promise.''

The game begins again.

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